God is your hobby:
My mouth inhales,
flushes you in.
Going to the wax museum to visit your sleeping body;
tonight with effort, tomorrow, with regret.
It is the end of a miracle, nevertheless,
I won’t forget the sirens, your steel throat
rusted with alcoholic burns
or the hooves and the poison,
how you tempted me to the maximum degree.
There is a sunset I am cupping in my hands,
it is turning dark blue like the colour
we both love
and I am staring into it like a poet mesmerized by the sea.
Farewell my pirate friend –
conquer the pitiful sky in your dreams.
Every barrier is a mountain
challenging your devotion,
torturing your nights with its magnificent summit.
I drink like a root from the underground: I am not upset
though shadows are cleaving, swarming my soul.
I am only running,
and it’s a long way to paradise
even when you hurry.
Copyright © 1991 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Poetry Halifax Dartmouth” 1991 under the pseudonym Jocelyn Kain (aka Allison Grayhurst) and in “Existere” under the pseudonym Jocelyn Kain (aka Allison Grayhurst)
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